Our Spanish conquests

Hola everyone! Its been funny saying hola to people, sometimes we accidentally go to say bonjour, and then hello, and then finally hola. Then other times I cant even think which one im supposed to be saying quickly enough so i just become a waving mute!
We are in San Sebastian on the west coast of Spain right now, but I´m going to rewind and add a few things I had forgotten along the way....
So if you looked at our photos of Spain you might notice some really random images. Like the basin with stickers on it, and the medical equipment. They were from the last hostel we stayed at in Barcelona (Saint Dominic something or rather, not highly recommended). At the beginning it was just random that there was medical equipment stashed in the hallway, and then really unnerving after I thought about it! Erm, black market kidney factory or what?! Were they going to bust into our rooms in the middle of the night and hook us up to machines while they removed our worthy bits? Stupid horror movies...made me sleep with one eye open they did. Only kidding... But in this same el creepo hostel was the basin in our room, that was brand spankin new. And we could tell...because they hadnt bothered to remove any of the stickers! Lame story i know, but at the time I thought it was uber lazy and weird. This same place didnt have any toilet seats, and I dont have weight lifters legs so I was really unhappy about that too. But thats when we moved on to bigger and better things, like our room at Hotel Hawaii in Mallorca. It was so clean and big! Showering was a little slice of heaven. And to have buffet breakfasts made us very, very happy.
Mallorca as I said is a really pretty place, and/but full of Brits! Completely overrun with them in Palma Nova/ Magaluf. But I got the best homemade meat pie, chips, peas and gravy I´ve ever had thanks to a Brit restaurant so I wasnt complaining. In fact, it was a small relief that there were so many english speaking places, it made our stay easier. We could read everything, we knew what to ask for, it wasnt a struggle to communicate. I know i know, thats what you travel for, for the different cultures, but its still nice to be able to communicate with other people every now and then. Oh and apart from that, there were so many horrendously FAT brits that I felt my love handles disappear. They were dwarfed. I saw one girl, around 12 years old, have three sugar buns for breakfast. And the next morning, the young boy beside us had a can of 7up. In comparison, the spanish people that were there were having pastries and cofffee, and still kept slim. Go figure.
We weren´t too adventurous while in Mallorca, I had grand illusions of travelling around the island, but in reality, all we wanted to do was chill. I didn´t want to sit on a bus and travel to the most beautiful beach I´d ever seen, and not be able to swim or tan because it was too cold. But the island isn´t too far away from France, so if the opportunity arises, I´m sure we´d come back. The night life looks like it would get pretty hectic in the summer time. We went out drinking one night after a Chelsea v Liverpool game (im now enjoying soccer! I still refuse to call in football), and went to a few bars. I learnt quickly that they are VERY generous with the amount of spirits they put in to a mixer. About half vodka, half mixer. Awesome. So much better than home. It tastes like dogs balls, but at least its value for money! I went home happy :) Trent gets the best end of the deal with drinking though because he drinks beer, 1 euro for a pint!
Unfortunately for us, the sun didn´t make an appearance for our stay in Mallorca so we didnt make use of the beach. Trent was so sure he was going to have a swim but the weather just didn´t cooperate. We did play a mammoth game of mini golf though! 54 holes! Trent came up trumps, but only just! Ridiculous that it cost more than the Louvre to get in though.
Anyway, not much more to say about our stay, we changed hotels once and stayed at Sol Trinidad which was a good location and nice enough if anyone needs to know where to stay!

I´ll move on to our current location....San Sebastian. We flew in 2 days ago and took a bus from the airport through some beautiful country. Very green and hilly, and I cant be sure but it looked like there were a lot of small, well looked after farms along the way...After we´d driven through the hills (kinda Maleny like actually) we came out on to the coast of San Sebastian.
So now we are staying...somewhere. In something about the size of a shoebox. But its actually turned out to be ok. We have free internet, and the use of a kitchen and all the appliances, which has allowed us to get cooking (nachos), make breakfast (bread and butter) and save some money. We´re in a good location, between two beaches, one a surf beach, YAY!, and the other a cove that´s protected by an island and the headlands. The still beach is amazzzzzing, just what I like...shallow, aqua coloured water that would be fun to play in. And the surf isnt too bad either, good size, but a little straight when we saw it. We attempted a sunbake, Trent more successful than I. I thought it was freezing still, but Trent, impervious to the cold, tanned and even went for a swim! Freak!! He then walked the whole length of the promenade with no shirt on which drew innumerable stares...picture it...the entire population is wearing no less than 3 layers, and this Aussie has no shirt on! But we´re used to the looks, I think he has been the least dressed person in every city we´ve visited so far! I don´t think some Parisians had even seen a strangers toes before!
Apparently San Sebastian is a foodies heaven, plenty of Michelin star chefs in the area, but as we can´t afford that luxury, we´re having fun with pintxos(tapas). We had deep fried bacon and cheese today! Its lucky we´re doing so much walking, because that was something we couldnt pass up! It was everything you´d imagine it to be and more. I had the best salad of my life too....lettuce, tomato, walnuts, blue cheese, bacon, chicken and dressing. Im telling you so I can remember to make it one day.
Trent went for a walk up to the top of the headland this afternoon while I´ve been blogging (aka getting out of walking more) and some of the photos you see will surely have been taken from up there. Its a town with a mix of city and sand, similiar to Barcelona but much smaller. I´ve taken note of a clothing store in the city area that I am DEFINITELY coming back to visit if I have the money. Zara..im not sure if its in Australia, but my girls, its the kind of store we could only dream about. sigh.
Anyway, we went out last night to a local club/bar. IT was pretty sad little place unfortunately. No seats whatsoever, black lights as decoration and was about the size of Fridays pokie room. Actually no, much smaller, and intensely smoky. But we had each other and the young guy that runs our accomm was there and gave us free shots from the bar so all was well and merry.
Which brings us to now...I think I have updated you with both our major and minor stories. We leave San Sebastian tomorrow for Biarritz, a surfing town in the far south-west of France. And god help them if they don´t have a cheap laundromat. Things are getting desperate!
From your stinky but happy friends/family....
lots of love
xo

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